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Until late last year I spent a lot of time on the road – and I mean a lot. I spent 15 working weeks travelling in 2012 so I know what I’m talking about.
Today is my first overnight work trip since March and I’m in the industrial north without any toothpaste.
I honestly don’t know how this happened. In my mind I’m blaming MrShoeThatAlwaysFits for stealing my travel tube, but that’s not the truth of it. We ran out at home and used the tube from my soap bag until supplies were replenished – I just forgot to put another tube in my travel bag – eek !
I’ve gargled tonight but will have to beg colleagues for assistance in the morning – they will think the earth has spun off its axis – I usually have everything & usually a little bit more to boot. Sewing kit – check; migraine tablets – check; shoe shine wipes – check; anti bacterial handwipes – check; poppies for 5 – check. Great lolloping buggery bollocks – I am infallible. Feck.

Like this:

I have 7 working days left before I go on my summer holiday – this is both fabulous and daunting.

I’m really looking forward to 10 days off travelling around with Mr ShoeThatAlwaysFits who also needs a break as he’s been working his derriere off. We’re not very good at staying in one place and relaxing, we get cabin fever so we’re flying off to Europe on a 10 day road trip. I love road trips – he drives and I read interesting things out of guide books to him (in between naps). We roam and take photos all the while looking for interesting coffee shops and enticing patisseries. He loves mountains and I love the sea – our last break was to the seaside, therefore this time we’re heading to the Alps.

And so, I’m in countdown mode – frantically crossing items off my work to-do lists and adding more onto the bottom. It’s comforting (kind of) and it relaxes my control freak mentality. But the best part of all is reworking the holiday essentials packing list, tweaking and amending ad infinitum until it’s perfect. The red wedge hi tops are en route to me so here’s hoping that they fit – if not, I’ve found an alternative pair in town so all is not lost. I showed them to the Mr and he was surprised at how nearly practical they were – I’ll take that as approval then. Although my Mum, on hearing that I needed yet more shoes, lamented the loss of my white kicker boots that I’d had since primary school (yes that would make them more than 30 years old) which would have done me just fine ! Ho hum, you can’t win them all.